Loved the review of Wust el-Balad's album - sorry about your closing the door on that white picket fence and a yard full of bouncing baby Hany lookalikes.

My colleague and I met Daryl John Kennedy when we were shooting a short documentary about Eftekasat, whom Ambassador Kennedy has also polluted with his Kenny G-esque music sensibilities. He was a tool of Black & Decker proportions - the footage we shot of him speaking or rather spouting his blend of music philosophy and condescension inspires an odd sensation - a desire to all at once laugh/cry/vomit and possibly, to borrow one of your memorable images, boil one's head. If your new position as a star journalist gives you an in with a government, perhaps you can arrange to have him permanently banned from Egypt?